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Transcript of fourth session -- April 17th, 1993
Players:
Mr Shiny -- Agent Kyle Fenemore, F.B.I.
The Gamer -- Clarence Starbird, F.B.I. trainee
Don Rice -- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. consultant
Transcript
4/17/93 11:55:13 AM
Opening "DG Game 4" for recording.
Pagan Pub: |
Agent Starbird was at the door. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Agent Fenemore, hair gone white, was lying on the floor nearby. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Mr. Nedler was mumbling someplace close by as well. |
| Agent Starbird: |
:: opens the door :: |
| Pagan Pub: |
There's a guy standing there wearing a bellhop's outfit. |
| Pagan Pub: |
He looks a bit panicked. |
| Pagan Pub: |
"Sir, I have first aid training...the ambulance is on it's way, I heard the sirens..." |
| Agent Starbird: |
Didn't someboy holler "We're the paramedics" on the other side of the door last time? |
| Pagan Pub: |
(could have been "here are the paramedics" or something similar...this guy seems rather flustered) |
| Gary Nedler: |
"mmmm bbbbb llllll" |
| Pagan Pub: |
He's holding a box with a red cross on it |
| Pagan Pub: |
"Is there anything I can do? |
| Agent Starbird: |
Ok, fine ... "come on in, and monitor that white-haired guy closely."" |
| Agent Starbird: |
"Tell me if there's any change in his condition." |
| Pagan Pub: |
"Uh, right away sir!" |
| Pagan Pub: |
Down the hall, elevator doors open and there's a bunch of shouting. |
| Agent Starbird: |
:: go over to Nedler, try and make out his mumblings :: |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nedler mumbles away... |
| Gary Nedler: |
"mmmm bbbb llllll" |
| Pagan Pub: |
You hear noise in the hallway like they're rolling carts down the hall or something. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Bellhop checks Fenemore's pulse, etc. |
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Paramedics burst into the room with gear, leaving carts in the hall. |
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To make a long story short, they bundle up Fenemore and Nedler, give them the once-over, and then beat feet for the hospital. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I flash my FBI credentials and hitch a ride in the ambulance. |
| Pagan Pub: |
No problem. |
| Agent Starbird: |
When in ambulance, I call Gaston and inform him of our situation and destination. |
| Pagan Pub: |
He's en route to the hospital as well. |
| Pagan Pub: |
He's sending some agents to your hotel room to secure the scene. |
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At the hospital, they check over our two addled heroes. |
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Nedler is revived in short order. Fenemore they put on an IV and run some tests. |
| Pagan Pub: |
(Nedler, you're in bed but you can talk freely.) |
| Pagan Pub: |
(Fenemore, you're still out for now.) |
| Gary Nedler: |
"mmmm bbbb llllll did anyone get the number of that crystal?" |
| Agent Starbird: |
"Take it easy, Gary. What happened?" |
| Gary Nedler: |
"mmmm bbbb llllll" [looks around room] |
| Agent Starbird: |
"That's OK, Gary. Take your time..." |
| Gary Nedler: |
"I was meditating, man, real peaceful." |
| Gary Nedler: |
"I just got more and more into the zen state, but then I couldn't get out man. I had no will power." |
| Gary Nedler: |
"I was like one with all and it was using me." |
| Agent Starbird: |
"Using you for what? How?" |
| Gary Nedler: |
"I don't know man, but I have no energy." |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Does anyone have any wheat grass juice?" |
| Agent Starbird: |
"I'll check, Gary. You just rest." |
| Gary Nedler: |
"mmmm bbbb llllll" |
| Agent Starbird: |
:: going to check on Kyle :: |
| Pagan Pub: |
Kyle is lying quietly. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Docs are monitoring him. Say he's in a mild coma, and they'll try to bring him out of it in a bit. |
| Pagan Pub: |
But first, some rest and medication. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Is Gaston here yet? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gaston arrives during this time. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I make my report. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay. He listens sagely. |
| Pagan Pub: |
"Why do you think you three were affected by the crystal, when the lab boys weren't?" |
| Pagan Pub: |
(you've discussed the possibility of it being gas or something, and that's being checked on) |
| Agent Starbird: |
"Nedler was doing some sort of meditation thing, concentrating on the crystal.... |
| Agent Starbird: |
"That might have triggered something, or maybe Nedler and Fenemore are more sensitive to this sort of thing." |
| Pagan Pub: |
"Hmm..." |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Standard zen meditation mantra trance, man." |
| Agent Starbird: |
"Gary was burning incense, all sorts of things." |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gaston's phone rings. |
| Pagan Pub: |
He puts it to his ear and talks for a moment. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Then he's yelling into the phone. "A-12 at the hotel, stat! Get the SLPD to cordon off the block!" |
| Pagan Pub: |
He starts running. "Come on, Starbird!" |
| Agent Starbird: |
:: following at full sprint :: |
| Gary Nedler: |
"mmmm bbbb llllll what about me? |
| Pagan Pub: |
A nurse gives you jello. |
| Pagan Pub: |
(hang out for a bit...won't take long) |
| Gary Nedler: |
"No, man, this is full of preservatives." |
| Pagan Pub: |
[jello??? I thought it was inert or something..;-) ] |
| Gary Nedler: |
[I don't know, it sounded good ... ;-)] |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird, you and Gaston pile into the sedan outside and rocket towards the hotel. |
| Agent Starbird: |
[something Starbird should know: what's an A-12?] |
| Pagan Pub: |
[A-12: rapid armed response team] |
| Pagan Pub: |
"The team I sent to secure your room ran into resistance. We've got casualties...I don't know what's going on." He yaks on the phone some more. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Great. Just great. |
| Agent Starbird: |
A hectic car ride later... |
| Pagan Pub: |
By the time you arrive, there's police cars swarming around. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gaston has gotten confirmation that there are three agents down, two still up. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Sirens coming from a dozen directions it seems. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Ambulance followed you from the hospital by a minute or so. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Any dogs growling? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nope! ;-) |
| Pagan Pub: |
As the two of you run into the lobby, you see a group of guys in FBI jackets holding assault rifles and various gear. |
| Pagan Pub: |
They're checking over stuff. Gaston is still talking on the phone. |
| Agent Starbird: |
It's not really my place to take the lead here. I stay by Gaston's side and look eager. |
| Pagan Pub: |
He barks at the agents: "Three down, two up. I'm in contact with Agent Matthews, he says the corridor is clear but doesn't know about the room." |
| Agent Starbird: |
"Any clue on who or what we're dealing with?" |
| Pagan Pub: |
The team hustles up the stairs. Gaston and you take another stairwell with some other agents, at a slower pace. |
| Pagan Pub: |
"Matthews wasn't in the room. He says Iron saw a dog." |
| Pagan Pub: |
(Gaston is almost babbling, trying to make out the voice on the phone.) |
| Agent Starbird: |
Have I seen the bellhop Rex since I returned to the hotel? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Nope. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Rex -- what a giveaway! I completely missed it... |
| Pagan Pub: |
(tsk, tsk!) |
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You race up the stairs. Emerging onto your floor, you see the armed agents positioned in the hall. |
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The lights are flickering. |
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There's a foul smell coming from down the hall a bit. The agents are at your door. |
| Pagan Pub: |
You smell cordite. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Drawing my 9mm auto, unless I was issued one of those nifty assault rifles downstairs... |
| Pagan Pub: |
The agents go in, there's quiet for a bit. Some voices. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gaston is talking to Matthews, standing here. "Iron and I were at either end of the hall. I went into the stairwell to check it out, and I heard shots." |
| Pagan Pub: |
"When I came back in, Iron was lying at the end of the hall. I went to the room, and the guys were down, they'd been torn apart. Blood everywhere. I ran down to Iron, he was bruised, but okay so I took off down the stairwell. Found nothing." |
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Iron said a big dog knocked him down and took off down the stairwell. |
| Pagan Pub: |
That's about it.." |
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Agents come out of your hotel room, give the all clear. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gaston sprints down the hall. |
| Agent Starbird: |
[considering requesting a hotel suite with no corners...] |
| Agent Starbird: |
:: sprints after :: |
| Pagan Pub: |
Coming into your hotel room, it's a mess. |
| Pagan Pub: |
The room has been tossed, or was being tossed: drawers out, suitcases open, etc. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Three agents are scattered about the room. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I guess I'm gonna need a new suit... |
| Pagan Pub: |
Their injuries are bloody and rough. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Like they were mauled by an animal? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Could very well be. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Throats torn out, arms mangled, cheeks torn off. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Two have weapons out, you see bullet casings. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I think Gary tripped the equivalent of a supernatural car alarm, and this was the armed response... |
| Pagan Pub: |
Looks like one was caught in the bedroom where Nedler had been, the other two in the main part of the suite near the door. |
| Pagan Pub: |
The agents are definitely dead. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Gaston curses. "Alright, out, out, let's leave forensics SOMETHING to look at!" |
| Pagan Pub: |
Questions, Starbird? |
| Agent Starbird: |
I scan for anything that might be missing from what I remember, expecially my computer. |
| Pagan Pub: |
You see it. Hasn't been touched. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Anything else missing or destroyed? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Can't tell yet. Nothing obvious. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I tell Gaston I want to talk to a bellhop named Rex. |
| Pagan Pub: |
"You've got a badge, get down there." |
| Agent Starbird: |
OK. I head downstairs, taking the stairwell Iron says the dog bounded down, checking for clues along the way (blood spatters, hairs, anything). |
| Pagan Pub: |
Roll percentiles... |
| Agent Starbird: |
71 |
| Pagan Pub: |
(Nedler and Fenemore: you are both conscious at this point, feel free to talk to each other) |
| Pagan Pub: |
Don't spot anything. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Great. Just great. |
| Agent Starbird: |
[BTW, do I have just my pistol, or did I get one of those assault rifles?] |
| Pagan Pub: |
(just pistol. you can ask for one downstairs, if you wish.) |
| Pagan Pub: |
Downstairs, no employee named Rex. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I describe Rex. Anyone recognize the description? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Doesn't sound like anyone they know. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Great. Just great. |
| Pagan Pub: |
(he was short, kind of pasty-faced, slightly oily brown hair, skinny) |
| Agent Starbird: |
I talk to the bellhop staff. Anyone remember my phone call to the front desk? Anyone come upstairs? Anyone missing? Anyone see a big dog? |
| Pagan Pub: |
No, no one remembers a phone call, including the initial room service request. Nothing in the log. |
| Pagan Pub: |
None of the staff knew an ambulance was coming, in fact. |
| Pagan Pub: |
No dog, either. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Interesting. I call up to Gaston and ask him to check the phone in the room. Does it connect to the front desk? |
| Pagan Pub: |
"I'll put it on the list of things to check." |
| Agent Starbird: |
Fine. |
| Pagan Pub: |
More agents, cops, etc. are piling into the lobby. They're taking the guest register, etc and doing all that stuff. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Does the hotel have a first aid kit? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Several, including one on each floor by the fire hose stuff. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I want them all checked. "Rex" was carrying a first aid kit. |
| Pagan Pub: |
One on your floor is missing, but is found in your hotel room. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I want it dusted, etc. (though that probably was already being done). |
| Pagan Pub: |
No problem. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Agents are securing the scene. Cops are running interference. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Things slow down and get dull in short order. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Give me the exact details of my parting with "Rex." Did I leave with him still in the room? Was he out in the hall with me? I didn't get the specifics down, and maybe that was a mistake... |
| Pagan Pub: |
You said you locked the door, so yes, he was out in the hall when you left. |
| Agent Starbird: |
OK. Just checking. |
| Pagan Pub: |
There are, of course, numerous questions/requests about the scene of the crime. We'll handle those later, since they will take time. Any immediate stuff? |
| Agent Starbird: |
If things are really bogging down into the routine, I'm heading back to the hospital. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Nedler goes to talk to Fenemore. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Why are you looking at my head? |
| Pagan Pub: |
(LOL) [FenemoreÕs hair turned white from his experience in the hotel room] |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Good hairstyle, man. Very distinguished." |
| Agent Fenemore: |
What do you mean? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Come on, don't kid me. Those older women will really go for you now." |
| Pagan Pub: |
Starbird, you're en route to the hospital. |
| Agent Starbird: |
OK. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Nedler, give me a mirror. |
| Pagan Pub: |
You arrive in short order. You meet Nedler and Fenemore in Fenemore's room. |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Here, man. It's the new you." |
| Pagan Pub: |
Fenemore is looking at a mirror as you walk in. |
| Agent Starbird: |
"Bad news, guys. Something hit the team that was securing our suite. Three agents went down." |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Major bad scene." |
| Pagan Pub: |
Worse news: Fenemore, you'll need a big bottle of hair dye. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I try to comb it down. Interesting phenomena |
| Agent Starbird: |
Either of you remember anything? What did you experience while you were out? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"I told you man. My zen energy was being sapped." |
| Agent Starbird: |
But did you see anything? Shapes? Voices? Temperature? Anything? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"No man. Just a calm blackness. " |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I drempt |
| Agent Starbird: |
Of what did you dream, Kyle? |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I had two dreams. In the first I was the Major. It was a ritual involving the crystal. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
In the center of the party, I was waiting for the crystal to release the energy it had been storing from the people at the party .. could some one get some donuts? I also know the name of the person who gave the Major the crystal. |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Who, man? Was he a reputable New Age source?" |
| Agent Starbird: |
Isn't "reputable New Age" an oxymoron of sorts? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"I don't know what you mean, man." |
| Agent Fenemore: |
The name was Valiant. |
| Pagan Pub: |
[orderly brings powered, jelly, and chocolate] |
| Agent Starbird: |
That's all of the first dream? You were waiting for the crystal to release energy, but it didn't? |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I didn't get to the release on energy. I was high on drugs in felatio with Charlene, waiting for the crystal to 'cut loose.' |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Psychic metaphor, no doubt." |
| Agent Starbird: |
Y'know, Kyle, I think your first reaction wasn't far off -- they were using this crystal as some sort of sex-enhancing magic, and it literally blew up in their faces... |
| Gary Nedler: |
"I told you man, psychic metaphor. The mind is a powerful force." |
| Agent Fenemore: |
The second dream was . . . odd. |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I was in space and saw a reddish planet surronded by small satellites with shapes flitting between them. |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Man, are you sure of the scale? Cosmic things are sometimes bigger than they appear." |
| Agent Fenemore: |
I didn't have much to judge size against. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Either of you have any recollection or impressions that involve a dog? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"No, no animals or ecological impressions at all." |
| Agent Starbird: |
Kyle? |
| Agent Fenemore: |
no no animals |
| Agent Starbird: |
Let me bring you up on some other things... |
| Agent Starbird: |
After the two of you went unconscious, I tried to revive you and called downstairs for an ambulance and some first aid. Later, a bellhop showed up with a first aid kit. |
| Agent Starbird: |
While he was in the room, I thought I briefly heard a dog growl, but didn't think much of it at the time. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Later, the paramedics arrive, and we go to the hospital. I locked the door with the bellhop who called himself "Rex" outside. Gaston sent a team to secure the room, and they were attacked by a large dog-like creature that killed three of 'em. |
| Agent Starbird: |
It also turns out that there's no such bellhop on staff as this "Rex" guy, and the front desk had no record of my phone call for help. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Any ideas? |
| Gary Nedler: |
"'Rex' is a common name for dogs. Possible semiotic significance here, man." |
| Agent Starbird: |
I was thinking that, too -- in hindsight, unfortunately. Many agents of evil like to taunt humans that way. |
| Gary Nedler: |
[Agents or GMs of evil, hmm?] |
| Pagan Pub: |
(hey now!) |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Also, who *was* on staff that night at the hotel? Did they report anything? ... |
| Gary Nedler: |
Are they still around." |
| Agent Starbird: |
I interviewed the staff -- they didn't know anything was up until the ambulance pulled up. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Staff is being questioned. |
| Pagan Pub: |
(in addition to what Starbird already found out) |
| Gary Nedler: |
"Any reports of loose dogs? Long shot, but we have to check, man." |
| Agent Starbird: |
Kyle -- what about this Valiant guy? You see a face? Or get a first name? |
| Agent Starbird: |
I dunno, Gary -- I saw the bodies. The thing ripped three trained agents apart, one before he got a shot off. I don't think it was an escapee from the pound. |
| Agent Starbird: |
But no harm in being thorough... |
| Agent Starbird: |
I'm going to place a call to Gaston and see if he's got any new developments... |
| Pagan Pub: |
He says they're talking to staff, guests, etc. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Found a splitter in a phone junction box on your floor. Re-directed the call to a small cellular unit. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Someone using a cellular phone with this stuff would have answered calls you made to desk. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Which means they could have been anywhere in the area. |
| Agent Starbird: |
Finally -- a non-supernatural answer to a question... |
| Gary Nedler: |
Ah, who knew we were booked at this hotel? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Well, the suite has been booked since before you arrived this morning, by the Feds. |
| Pagan Pub: |
But they've taken rooms and suites in a number of hotels across town. It's no secret the Feds are all over St. Louis. BUT, as to which room would hold you guys...??? |
| Agent Fenemore: |
Didn't see Valiant or get any other name? |
| Gary Nedler: |
Could we have been followed from the hospital to the hotel? |
| Agent Starbird: |
Suggest they check if communications are secure in those other suites... |
| Gary Nedler: |
Are these government vehicles we're using easily identifiable? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Followed: could have been. Communications: it's being checked. Vehicles: they're official cars. |
| Agent Starbird: |
I dunno -- I have a feeling we're not exactly hitting on all cylinders. We were dog-tired when we got to the hotel in the first place -- it's got to be pushing midnight by now, right? |
| Pagan Pub: |
Yep. |
| Gary Nedler: |
Either they're using a mundane means of singling us out, or psychic. Either way they've got to be after the crystal. |
| Gary Nedler: |
The odds of them hitting our group of Feds randomly is pretty high. |
| Pagan Pub: |
Okay, let's wrap it up here for this week. |
4/17/93 1:46:57 PM Closing Log file.